16 years ago
Burns. The betrayal burns. It eats up my heart and spits out its charred remains as my body falls to the floor. My bones splintering under the earth-breaking force of backstabbing.
I keep running. Stumbling along the cobbled alleyways as the cat-like sirens screech in the distance. I feel lost, and yet I know exactly where I'm going.
I finger the single match box in my pocket. Its shape reassures me. Like a well-loved toy. I take out the match and strike its body against the rough wall of the box. The flame burns bright in the dark blanket of night. I touch it gently against the walls of the house beside me, and place a drop of alcohol from the now empty bottle in my hand against it. The wall begins to flicker.
Before the sirens come, before anyone notices the fire, I sit and watch it burn. Burn me, I burn back. And my fire will engulf me.
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Polar Opposites
ActionAfter being brutally attacked and kidnapped by her sworn enemy, Lana fears she may never make it out alive. But love can bloom in hopeless situations... " How long have you been there?' I ask, my voice cracking after being unused for so long. He, ho...
